part 4.
disclaimer and notes in part 1.



Sunday, April 27 
11:20 am 
Regicy Motel 
Langly awoke completely nude in a tiny motel 
room. He could remember every detail the past 
night had brought. And it was very clear what 
had gone on. 

Annette was curled up beside him as they layed 
on a floor-bound matress draped with mattered 
sheets. The walls were barren, except for scattered 
stains left by previous boarders and a small window 
to his right. There was an opened bottle of champeigne 
and two half empty flutes on the floor. He turned 
to his lover's face. She slept so deeply, so soundly. 
It was hard for him to turn away from the beauty he saw. 

Annette opened her eyes and immediately looked into Langly's. 
Even without her glasses, she recognized the warmth he emited. 

"Hi." said she. 

"Hi," said he. "Champeigne?" Annette laughed. 

((*r.l.-Unit 4+2 "Concrete and Clay"*)) 

They spent the morning holding each other close, watching, 
and making fun of, trashy talk shows on the eight inch set, 
and basically acting 'silly' (you know! I bet you've acted 
ridiculous with YOUR beau before! Crazy kids...). They jumped 
on their bed, yelled to the passersby from the window, and 
danced foolishly simply because they could. Annette was still 
dizzy with affection, and Langly was still intoxicated by her 
essence. The love he made with her was the only thing on his mind. 
Annette was the first woman he'd had sex with. He'd given her the 
ultimate gift, he surrendered his virginity with no ill regrets. 

They kissed. Gosh, Langly thought, even her spit tastes good! By noon, 
they had finished what was left of the champeigne, and Annette said, 

"Hey, let's go out for a while." Langly agreed and quickly put on a pair 
of jeans as she refastened her bra. To them, last night was a celebration 
of their relationship. The couple felt a spiritual connection in each 
other, and even if they had only formaly known each other for 
less than 24 hours, it seemed like they'd spent their entire 
lives watching each other, waiting for the moment when they 
could break through the glass wall. When they could give 
themselves to the other and finally be safe. Langly stepped 
outside into the sun, and Annette followed, locking the door behind her. 

5:31 pm 
Hudson Hotel 

Langly and Annette walked up the fourth floor of the 
Hudson, towards Langly's hotel room at the vanishing 
point of a never-ending corridor. 

((*r.l.-Chad and Jerry "A Summer Song"*)) 

That day in the city had been amazing. They 
had eaten at one of New York's finest bistros 
first. Annette had a cheese croissant and a 
cherry soda, and Langly had crepes suzette and 
a Mountain Dew. Their stroll through Central 
Park later on led them to several small galleries 
and comic book stores. Langly suggested they take 
a quick peek at Lady Liberty before they head back 
to his place to "hop on the good foot, and do the bad thing". 

On the cruise, Langly held Annette intimately while he let the 
majesty of the visual American Dream envelope him. And for 
the first time for what seemed like ages, he thought of his 
other associates, Byers and Frohike. Yeah, those guys... But 
they quickly vanished from mind, and he again focused on the 
woman in his arms that loved him dearly. Several hours later, 
the tour boat returned to solid ground. The afternoon drizzle 
had created a slick, green atmosphere. The air was thick with 
the earthy smell that the country possessed, but the city lacked. 
Annette began to stroke Langly's silky hair with her fingertips. 

"Oh, Ringo.." she cooed while the two walked to the end of the pier. 
She drew nearer to his salty skin and kissed his thin, but sensual 
lips madly. The ecstasy that had infested inside of Langly's soul 
ressurected, and he responded with an orgasmic rush of lust. He 
touched Annette's face lovingly and pulled his torso closer to her. 

However, respecting the suggestions of the New Yorkers that saw them 
in the streets, the couple went to 'get a room'. Thus, where we find them now... 

Laughing giddily, Langly led Annette by the hand to room 130. He turned 
his key in the brass lock, removed it, and placed it in his pocket. 
Before he opened the door, he looked over to his lady, again 
pulling her closer. 

"I'm so lucky that I've found you," he whispered. "I can't even 
remember what life was like without your touch, your taste, 
your body..." He sensuously brushed his open mouth on her 
chin and cheeks. 

"Oh, Langly! Stop!" Annette breathed. "I can't take not 
having you with me." She leaned in for another decadent 
smooch when the hotel room door flung open. Byers stood 
in the frame, grasping it tightly. Frohike, in the 
backround of the room, stopped pacing long enough to 
see the couple and give a hideous snarl. Byers looked 
so angry he could rip out someone's heart with his bare 
hands right then. There was an uncomfortable silence 
between all of them. Langly stood stunned, and 
Annette glanced around shyly. 

"Um, maybe I should go." she said to Langly, realizing the 
situation before her. Langly looked to her and into her 
eyes. Those blue, blue eyes. He said 'okay', and lightly 
kissed Annette's ruby lips once more. She let go of his 
triceps and walked down the hallway, back towards the 
elevator and around the right corner. Byers took Langly's 
shoulder and savagely pulled him in, slamming the door behind him. 

"What the hell did you think you were doing, asswipe?!" he screamed. 

"We were counting on you to clench this case! And what do you do?! 
You go out and fuck some broad at our expense! We spent some very 
presious time looking for you. Time we could've used to bring that a
rt collector and the mobsters down!" Frohike roared, waving his arms 
frantically above his head.

((*r.l.-The Kinks "Nothing in this World 
to stop me worryin' bout that girl"*)) 

Langly sat in the chair near the window facing 
the street. The rain was beginning to start up 
again, and a few scattered drops ran down the 
glass, collecting in a pool on the ledge. He could 
see Annette hail a taxi and get in. Bitter tears 
were building up in the corners of Langly's eyes, 
and were stinging his skin as they fell. They 
didn't even let me say goodbye, he thought. 
I never got to tell her how I really felt or 
anything. And now I'll never see her again. The 
tears fell more rapidly, and he sniffled as Frohike 
and Byers continued their rantings. But langly couldn't 
hear their harsh words. The only thing that washed through 
his ears was the sound of Annette's soft laughter and 
her calling out his name. 

((*r.l.-Coldplay "Trouble" *)) 

Annette told the driver to go back to her motel, then 
to the airport. Her plane would be leaving in 30 minutes. 
Oh, how she longed to turn the cab around and run back to 
her love with open arms. But she couldn't. If Annette went 
back to Langly, both of their careers would be jeprodized. 
Langly would never want to write any more, and she wouldn't 
be able to work, but she didn't care about *her* job, no. All 
Annette cared about was for Langly to do what he was meant 
to: help people. It would be selfish to keep him all to myself, 
she thought. Damn. I can still smell him on my clothes. 

His touch was still with Annette, and she could still 
picture him whispering sweet notings to her. She sighed, 
slunk back onto the dirty seat, and watched the rain fall 
in harmony with her tear drops. 

Monday, April 28 
9:11 am 
I 78 highway 

Langly sat in the passanger seat of the trio's 
green and white van. Frohike sat in the center, 
and, as usual, Byers was behind the wheel. Langly 
had not spoken to anyone since he had arrived at 
the hotel room last night. And he had not taken his 
eyes of the road, slick with rain water, since they 
left the city. During their long silences, Byers and 
Frohike's anger had worn off. Frohike still hadn't 
forgiven Langly for what he had done; ruined the most 
influecial story of their lives. He glared at Langly, 
then out at the horizon. But Byers had been thinking 
about the curious events of the past evenings. It was 
not like Langly to do some thing like that. Then he 
thought back to Langly's website. Could it be? He cautiously asked Langly, 

"Langly,...who, uh...who was the girl?" Langly hesitated, then answered. 

"Annette Berkfield." Byers' eyes opened wide. Oh God, he 
thought. It really happened! It *was* fate! Langly continued, 

" She knew about me, and said that she had always felt the same 
way for me as I do for her." Byers understood it all now. His 
young colligue was right. 

"Oh, Langly,..." he began. " I'm so sorry. I...I didn't realize..." 
Frohike looked towards Langly, still saddened and staring at 
the highway. Sure, he could feel sorry for the guy, but Frohike 
could not comprehend that this one girl, out of millions, 
could be Langly's 'perfect match', and that they could stay 
in love for ever and ever. At most, Langly and whats-her-name's 
fling was simply a spur of the moment attraction, and nothing more. 
Frohike turned back to the road, but managed to say softly, 

"Sorry, Langly." 

((*r.l.-Coldplay "Sparks"*)) 

Langly said nothing. He only seemed interested in 
watching the road speed by. But it wasn't the 
ground that he was thinking of. He reflected on his 
lover, his girl, a woman he knew of for 21 monthes, 
but knew for 21 hours. Langly had been told all his 
life that destiny wasn't real, that there was no such 
thing as true love. And he almost fell for those cold 
words, if Annette hadn't come to him, like an angel, 
a savior of his poor heart. She was Langly's one and 
only, he was sure of it. And no one would pursuade him 
otherwise. He knows that Annette will return to him 
again, someday, even if he doen't think it now. It's 
gonna be like it was on that day when she first looked 
into his sparkly eyes, and he first looked into hers. 
Time moved slowly for a moment- and it became clear to 
them. Just two lonely souls on a warm April night...
 
****It's the end! There is no more! Thanks for getting a 
taste of my bad writing! Have a nice day!****